“It hurts to be beautiful,” my mother told me as I squirmed the first time she plucked my eyebrows. That’s the beauty mantra I’ve grown up with: anything deemed comfortable automatically makes me suspicious. I don’t believe in “travel clothes” and...
At a dinner with other travel bloggers and long-term travelers in Chiang Mai, someone asked what we all disliked most about home. Complaints flew about the bleak weather, the loud politics, the close-minded attitudes.
I sat silent, instead...
Over the past four months, I’ve been to 14 different beachside destinations*, swam in 10 different bodies of water**, gotten sunburnt twice and napped in countless hammocks.
My Instagram feed is a continuous loop of palm trees, ocean sunsets...
I’m learning that any place Lonely Planet titles a “backpacker heaven” will be my idea of hell. Cheap drinks, crowded dorms, tanned and lithe bodies strolling the streets without a shirt. Backpacker heavens seem to be idyllic spots that have been...
One of my dreams has always been to have a library: a bright and airy room, lined with bookshelves broken up only by a bay window complete with window seat. Bookshelves filled with fiction and French, dictionaries and design.
I’ve realized that...